READ TO UNDERSTAND—Ok so Rene` is a member of One Direction—in theory I hate it too but I think it works for this particular story! This is Rated M! Don't read it if you don't like that kinda stuff. Please review! Thanks guys xx
Rene` POV:
"I cannot wait to get you home," Niall whispered in my ear, warm breath tickling my cheek. I felt his hand worming its way behind my back so he could pull me closer, and I let him, unwilling to hurt his feelings. But from across the van I saw Liam lower his head, eyes filled with emotion he couldn't release. It wasn't fair. Not to me. Not to Liam. Not to Niall.
Niall: my devoted boyfriend. Liam: the love of my life. Me: the whore of the U.K.
"And I can't wait to get you out of that horrible sweater." It was Christmas Eve and Niall had dawned a heinous Santa sweater for the occasion. Since the night began I had been giving him a relentless amount of grief about it.
Niall laughed that beautiful laugh of his and kissed me. His lips met mine in a fumbling display of passion and I kissed him back, trying to savor any snippet of our old fire. I could taste the whiskey on his breath but I didn't care.
Then, as quickly as it had come, it was gone. He slumped back into his seat and gave me a crooked smile. There was love and tenderness in his beautiful blue eyes but the passion was gone. With Niall it was like water. I held it briefly but it was doomed to eventually slip through my fingers.
"Whose gunna take a shot with me when we get home?" Louis demanded from the backseat as the van rounded the corner to our street. The house we all shared was the biggest on the block and clearly visible from here. There was a mob of fans like always but tonight their faces were lit up by the lights Louis and Harry had put up to decorate. It was cold out, their breath appearing like clouds before them when they screamed our names. Niall squeezed my hand, his protective side coming out as he eyed the male fans waiting outside.
"I will definitely be taking that shot," he murmured to Louis. Harry, Zayn, and I nodded in agreement. Liam alone remained completely unfazed. I could see him slipping into his little funk. Sometimes he would stay brooding for days and I alone could coax him out of it. The others considered me a miracle worker for it. That was rubbish though since more often than not I was the reason for his depression in the first place.
"No more drinks for you aye Liam?" Niall asked as the van rolled to a stop as close to the house as it could without hitting the swarm of people. I paid the driver and unlocked the door as Liam responded.
"Not unless I want to die. Only one kidney, remember? God Niall! If it's not deep fried and covered in sugar you don't care about it do you?" he snapped. Wow. That moment between Niall and I was affecting him more than I thought. I mentally groaned as I hopped out of the van. The boys poured out after me, Niall was rolling his eyes. Liam wouldn't even look at me.
"Rene`! Rene`! We love you!" one group of fans was holding a banner that said "We Love TOUGH girls." It was referring to three months ago when I went onto a talk show and knocked out a trained professional in self defense. It had been in the papers for weeks. Of course, I was asked to do it and it was the guy's own damn fault for underestimating me but I'd gotten a real bad ass image because of it.
"Love you too!" I called back cheerfully. I was a little tipsy from the club, nothing too bad, but I still didn't feel like signing autographs. But who knows how long these fans waited here for us? I walked over to the group with the banner. None of them looked like boys who would be willing to wait outside in twenty degree weather for a girl. Two had eyebrow rings, one had a snake tattoo going around his neck, and the other three just looked…rough.
"Could we have a picture?" the man with the tattoo asked me, his voice more of a growl than anything else. From the corner of my eye I could see Niall glancing over to me. Liam's eyes too were cutting nervously towards me. He may be mad but he was still protective.
"Of course you can!" I wasn't really like the boys. I grew up in Detroit; it took a lot to scare me. I leaned in as the man in the middle produced a camera from his pocket and let them file in on either side of me.
"Shit. It's not going to fit us all in!" the man with the camera complained, looking genuinely distraught. He was trying to get the picture by simply holding the camera at arms length.
"Don't worry dude. Niall come here for a minute!" Niall looked over when I called him, trying to pretend he hadn't been keeping close tabs on me since I walked over to them. When he approached me he gave the group a hesitant smile.
"Can you take a picture darlin'?" I asked, purposefully putting on an Irish accent. He laughed and accepted the camera that was handed to him.
He pointed it at us and one of the two men with an eyebrow ring threw a hand over my shoulder. There was a flash and then they each took turns taking my autograph and telling me how much they loved me. I smiled and nodded, trying not to let on that all I really wanted to do was go inside and take a shot with my friends.
Most of the other people were girls. They all still wanted pictures though and autographs. For some reason it always surprised me when girls wanted pictures. I got a lot of hate on twitter and in the media from girls who were jealous of me and Niall's relationship. However, when I met them in person the girls were all smiles.
Once we had signed as many autographs as we could we went inside the house. Most of the fans dispersed since we'd already seen them tonight. A few hardcore Directioners stayed outside, presumably until morning.
I held the door open for Liam as he walked in and he mouthed the word "tonight." I didn't respond but he knew I'd come to him. I always did.
"Oh Lord. Liam's in one of his moods," Louis muttered as Liam stomped up the stairs and slammed his door for good measure. Zayn, Louis, Harry, Niall, and I went to the kitchen.
"I better go talk to him," I sighed, watching Zayn got out the shot glasses. He lined them up in a row and filled each of them to the brim with Firewater. He pushed one in my direction with a knowing wink. They all knew I could drink with the best of them so it came to no surprise to anyone when I downed mine with an easy tip of my head. It burned a rippling path down my throat and made me feel like my nerves had been set ablaze. When I turned to leave I felt a set of familiar hands pulling me back.
"No!" Niall protested, grabbing me by the waist and holding my body to his.
"You're always with that sulking jerk. Let him sulk. Stay with me," he pleaded in my ear, pushing my long black hair out of the way so there was no barrier between his mouth and my ear.
"Sure. And let him ruin Christmas tomorrow with his attitude? No, no. I'd really rather sort it out now," I shrugged, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "But I'll meet you in our room? I expect this to be off," I giggled, tugging on his sweater. "And this," I purred, playing with the loose fabric of his pants. Niall bit his lip and let his hands fall from my waist.
"Well when you put it that way…"
I was still laughing when I started walking up the stairs. Liam's room was all the way down the hall, last door on the left. The room Niall and I shared was on the complete opposite side of the hall, still too close for my liking.
I knocked, ringing my neck with my hands.
"Come in," the soft voice sounded. I pushed the wooden door open. Liam was sitting shirtless on the bed, twirling an envelope around in his hands. When he saw me he dropped the envelope onto the dresser next to him.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded, but there was no anger in his voice. He sounded calm, infuriatingly so. And I wanted to be mad at him for that. But he knew I loved the game. Our game.
"Yeah well your little bitch fit raised a few eyebrows." I shut the door behind me, locking it just in case.
"What can I say? Your love for PDA finally got to me," he drawled standing up and walking over to me. It was hard to look at him after that. I knew that for Liam one of the hardest things about being with me but not actually dating me was not being able to kiss me in public. Not being able to hold my hand. Liam gave a humorless chuckle and pushed me up against the wall near the door. I stiffened; fully aware that the shiver of longing that went through me was wrong. When Liam felt it he smirked a little and pressed his hot lips against my neck. He was just so warm.
"Put you arms above your head," he ordered me, a hard note in his voice. Liam's eyes followed me as I obeyed, fully aware of his power. My heart took off in my chest, my skin prickling with lust. He went back to kissing my neck, the feel of his thick tongue flicking over my overheated skin sending me into a frenzy. My breath came in shallow gasps as he reached down and unbuttoned my jeans.
From outside a fan screamed Liam's name and I echoed them in a whisper, my eyes falling to the closed window across the way. They had no hope of seeing, but it still thrilled me in a weird way.
Liam's hand slipped inside my lace panties, his mouth still firmly on my neck. A single finger slid up and down, taunting my slit but never entering. His free hand ran up my body coming to rest on my left breast.
"You're soaking wet," he breathed against my neck, pulling back slightly. His finger continued to taunt me but this time his brown eyes stayed firmly locked with mine.
As I watched he retracted his hand. His index finger was glistening with my wetness. My eyes widened as he placed it in his mouth and licked it clean. He'd never done anything like that before. There was something exotic and wrong about.
"You taste good," he moaned in my ear, making me release a strangled whimper.
Liam. Serious, intense Liam whispering dirty things to me. The fact that I was the only one that got to see him like this was just an added bonus.
"Taste me more," I breathed, hands still firmly over head. He chuckled lightly and took a step back. I hated the distance between us, and I hated myself for hating it.
"Get on the bed."
I rushed to obey, plopping onto his full sized bed. It was still warm in the spot he'd been sitting in earlier. I put my head on the pillow and looked down at him. The smile he gave me in return was full of victory. As Liam sat down at the end of the bed it gave a pitiful little squeak of protest. He gripped the waistband of my pants and I raised my hips so he could pull them off along with my drenched panties. They landed in the corner of the room with a loud thud. Liam pulled his sweatpants down so his hard cock was exposed and free. My eyes trailed over his manhood, shock at his size still trickling through me despite how many times I'd seen him. The yearning burning through me doubled, my whole body humming with need.
He spread my legs wide and smiled at the sight before him. I tensed as he bent down and began to tease my hardened clit.
"You're so wet for me Ray. Do you ever get this wet for Niall?" Whoa. That was not O.K. And Liam knew that. We both needed each other but there were unspoken rules and he'd just broken Rule #1. Don't mention Niall. Ever. Especially when you're in-between my legs.
"Hey!" I protested, fumbling to stand. But Liam's hands tightened around my thighs, holding me in place. Then, the tongue that had been teasingly caressing me gave a powerful stroke I wasn't ready for. I cried out, too overcome to even remember why I shouldn't do that.
The fingers holding my legs apart tightened and he quickened his pace. He knew my body well, better than anyone, and he knew exactly how to make me crazy. My hands slid into his hair, holding him in place as his tongue licked skillfully along my folds. His hair was soft, like silk in between my fingers but it was hard to concentrate on that, on anything.
"Don't come yet," he warned me, the very tip of his tongue circling my clit before he brought his hand to my sensitive bundle of nerves and gave it a flick. I gave a squeak of surprise and jumped a bit. Oh man I was close, so, so, close.
"Please? Please Liam's let me," I begged breathlessly.
"Not yet," he said firmly, giving the inside of my thigh a light kiss. He yanked his grey sweatpants off entirely and discarded them along with my jeans and underwear. It was amazing I still had my shirt on really. It was no secret how Liam felt about my breasts. Even the other boys noticed how he constantly stared at them—thank heavens that was before anything was actually going on. He could play, pluck, and stare at them all day. I guess even he knew we had to be quick this time.
Liam placed his hands firmly on the heard board. He hovered above me, the muscles in his arms rippling as he readied himself. I could feel his erection against my leg. Having him that close to where I wanted him but not in me was so daunting it was almost painful.
"You ready?"
Liam didn't wait for my answer before he rammed into me. He moaned loudly, loving the feel of me trying to take all of him in. He was big, a good three inches bigger than Niall who was five inches. My walls quacked as he paused inside me, letting me adjust to his size. But my warmth engulfed him with an eagerness I was ashamed of and the cry still started coming from my lips.
"Oh fu—" I began before Liam threw a hand over my mouth to cut off my scream.
"Be quiet Ray. Wouldn't want your boyfriend to hear would you?" Wow. Twice in one day that he brought up Niall. He'd never done it before. Something was up but I couldn't quite make myself focus on that, not when he was making love to me.
Liam sucked in a ragged breath and took the other hand off the headboard too. Now every inch of him was touching me, my shirt the only barrier. He started thrusting into me harder and I could feel it. The pent up anger and frustration. His mouth met mine passionately, a low growl rising in the back of his throat.
I was so close to the edge already that it didn't surprise either of us when I gasped and clutched at his back. My back arched as I felt the tremors beginning to rack my body. This orgasm was powerful, hard, and I needed the release.
"Liam," I sobbed as I came, toes curling in ecstasy. He just continued to thrust into me, too lost in his own pleasure. It was crazy but right after my first orgasm I felt another one building inside me, threatening to consume me when it was unleashed.
"Fuck," he hissed, pulling out completely and then pushing back into me slowly, making me feel every inch of his size. He finally brought his hand down to massage my clit and I knew he was going to make me cum again in record breaking time.
"Are you close?" he asked me, the beads of sweat appearing on his brow telling me he was.
"Yeah," I squeaked, eyes closed as he began to work my clit harder and faster than before. His lips crashed down on mine just as the second orgasm dragged me under. We moaned into each other's mouths in union and I felt him cum inside me. He continued to pump into me until he was completely soft and the he rolled over so he was lying beside me. His breathing was coming in labored bursts and there was a smug smile plastered on his face.
"God! I needed that," I admitted, snuggling into his side. He put an arm around me and kissed the top of my head.
"Me too." We stayed there for a minute, listening to our breathing slowly returning to normal and the dim noise of fans talking outside. Eventually though I had to break the moment.
"They'll be wondering about me," I said gently sitting up.
"Oh! Wait before I forget!" Liam snatched the envelope he'd been twirling earlier off his dresser and handed it to me. "Happy Christmas Ray," he whispered.
"Aw Liam! You didn't have too!" I gushed, ripping it open.
"Oh this is just one of your gifts. I'll give you the other one tomorrow. But I wanted to give you this one privately." Inside I found a beautiful card. The front read "Merry Christmas to the only person I'd want to find under the Mistletoe." I laughed and opened it. Two tickets fell out.
"What is this?" the titles read Orlando Florida Disney Land One Day Pass. Oh God. When I told Liam I had never been to Disney World when I was a child it had broken something inside him. He'd gotten really upset despite my many promises I was fine with it.
"I'm taking you. Right after our interview on the Early Show on Tuesday. We will think of something to tell the other boys. But not many people know us there…and we'll be careful. It will be fun I really want to—"
"Liam slow down. Why are you trying to sell me on this? I'm sold!" I gave him a massive hug and pushed my worries down. This was thoughtful, and I was going to be happy dammit.
"Thank you," I whispered, kissing him.
